Chapter 810

"The bright blood road is the road traveled by the mother of light in ancient times, and at the end of the road is the passage of life."

"The fatal point is that the passage of life is not only the entrance to the 'mother country of light', but also the entrance to the Dark Universe."

Stana holds Mother Teresa's degenerated baby girl. Her body is like a galloping holy light, passing through the bright blood path.

Far behind her, Tristan Sofia, who had been blocked by the "pumpkin bomb" for a long time, was chasing and killing.

If the two fight alone, under fair conditions, Stana is only one line weaker than Tristan. After all, she is a disciple of contemporary Mother Teresa. When it comes to background and resources, she will not lose to the future Knight king.

But unfortunately, Tristan has the blessing of the "angel Legion".

Those are certainly not real angels, but they are spiritual projections that can deliver a lot of pure light to Tristan all the time.

The distance between them is shrinking rapidly.

But Stana can't do anything anymore. Her progress is amazing enough. She is definitely a genius.

But it still can't smooth the gap with the level of "Tristan", not to mention that Stana has been chased and killed for many times before.

And she has a burden.

All Stana can do is escape.

"Hurry up, as long as you hurry up, enter the bright mother country first, the teacher will be saved, the evil god will fall, and all the truth will be revealed."

"Huh?"

Stana, who was concentrating on escaping, suddenly appeared a huge arc in the track of her holy light.

The cause of her sudden turn was a corpse that suddenly appeared in front of the blood path.

It floats in the air, huge as a mountain. It is not completely boned, but presents a state of "corpse".

Its shape is like an alienated owl, but its body proportion is extremely unbalanced. Its ferocious head and neck account for almost two-thirds of its body. It seems to be holding a foreign object in its long mouth, which is tied by a knot.

On the surface of the pottery pot, a large number of monster larvae and screaming larvae are painted in strange oil colors.

The moment she saw the body, Stana wanted to go around, but the accident happened immediately.

An extremely sharp hiss seemed to come from the past and filled the area without any omen.

Those blood dust trembled together with the space, and the creatures in it would immediately fall towards the state of "terror".

"The real suffering began, and the bright road of blood was as dangerous as the record said."

In Stana's eyes, bitterness flashed.

As a disciple of contemporary Mother Teresa, she is naturally a follower of the "mother of light".

This is why she is neither a erudite nor a light theologian, but she can understand the blood path of light so well.

She was also fully aware of the "strange bird skeleton" that caused her trouble.

The great mother of light killed a large number of monsters from the dark dimension in the blood path, most of which have been returned to dust.

But there are still some too powerful demons. After the soul is annihilated, the corpses are left, which have gone through a long time without decay.

The first "dark corpse" shows that Stana has entered the real depth of the blood path, and there are still a lot of dangerous sections.

Stana closed her ears with the holy light, but it didn't seem to work. The tide of terror came one after another.

In the blink of an eye, this area forms a noise field, which not only acts on the soul, but also the * * is impacted. There is a hysteresis phenomenon, which is getting slower and slower, and will soon be completely dragged down.

"Dark terror birds are powerful creatures from the dark dimension. They are real ominous demons. Wherever they pass, the sound of terror will never fail."

"Teacher, you have to reward me greatly after this trip."

Looking at the smiling baby girl in her arms, Stana sighed slightly.

Soon the ring on her tail finger shone again, but this time it was no longer pumpkin bombs, but more lovely extraordinary things.

They look like a mechanical toy with a lovely marmot on the surface.

Although it's weird, it does come from the monster gun company, and the negorons occasionally have childlike innocence.

"The monster gun company's new product, the most outstanding 'sonic boom' rat King roar, is only a baby's fist, but it can release extremely powerful extraordinary noise, act on the enemy's heart and body in an all-round way, and enjoy the most terrible torture."

"However, it needs to be used carefully. Its lethality is regardless of the enemy and ourselves. If you buy enough, you can send additional matching silent earplugs, although its effect is better than nothing."

When recalling these sales messages, Stana had put earplugs into her ears and the baby girl's ears respectively.

The next second, the terrible noise broke out.

"Ah ah..."

Just the first roar sounded, and the pollution and lethality contained in it made Stana pale and almost spit blood.

Fortunately, the roar also interrupted the sound field of "terrorist bird", allowing her to escape a long distance in an instant.

After that, he roared continuously and enjoyed the remains of the dark terrorist bird and Tristan from afar.

I do not know how many years have not moved the remains of terrible birds, because they fought against the roaring sound waves, they unexpectedly moved a little distance.

The large number of monster cubs painted on the black pottery pot seems to have changed.

Tristan, who was racing in the distance, disintegrated one after another, and the power spread.

The roar that went straight into the depths of her heart made her face turn white. Those Angel virtual shadows covered her ears one after another, which slowed her down again.

With the first "dark terrorist bird", it's natural to encounter more demon corpses after that.

Some of these demons are still dangerous, while others do not.

However, there is also good news. Almost all these demons come from the "Dark Universe". Even though most of them have fallen for a long time, they still have instinctive hostility to the extraordinary creatures of the light camp.

These animosities are deeply rooted in the bones and never seem to die out.

Once creatures with a strong taste of light appear, they will be attacked.

This is even more disadvantageous for "Tristan Sofia". Who let her sit in the angel legion, just like carrying "infinite magic supply".

The future Knight king, in this blood path full of demon corpses, is like a glittering giant light bulb.

Even across a long distance, he almost blinded the eyes of those corpses.

For no reason, she began to suffer a lot of attacks, at least far more frequently than Stana.

Of course, as a pioneer, Stana can't avoid it.

Attack after attack, let Stana not much magic, speed up to be consumed.

If she hadn't robbed the warehouse of the monster gun company before she fled, Stana would be cold now.

"Whew"

During the shuttle, Stana carefully avoided a deformed dark elephant.

Just about to accelerate again, suddenly there was a long distance ahead, and the distant space began to vibrate. A large number of shriveled tentacles were also stained with copper rust like foreign objects, which almost filled Stana's sight, closed all escape routes and wound around her.

The source of tentacles is the corpse of a demon that makes people feel numb.

It is like a meat ball magnified countless times. On the surface, there are flesh spines, wriggling and making a cooing sound.

What it looked like before it died can no longer be restored, but what it looks like now is obvious.

In the center of its body, it was forcibly cut open by sharp tools, and the "intestinal tools" in it splashed down.

At this time, it was those intestinal organs that attacked Stana. They were not only dry, but also covered with yellowish green mold spots. A strong pollution that made people want to vomit invaded Stana's body in an instant.

In a trance, Stana felt that her abdomen had been cut open, and her intestines couldn't wait to break out.

"Divine creatures?"

Stana was instantly aware of the situation, first surprised, and then a thought of happiness crossed her mind.

She was glad that the unknown divine creature had fallen, and the attack on her was only the instinctive reaction of the corpse.

If it were alive, Stana should now consider what position to commit suicide.

But even so, she had no other choice.

"Magic is exhausted. Close combat power has some chances of winning against Tristan. It's difficult to deal with these tentacles."

As she whispered, Stana looked at her tail finger ring.

There was an inexplicable color in his eyes, with a trace of doubt, but more firm.

"I can only use this. I hope I'm right. I hope it's time."

This sentence spits out, and a crystal light flies out of her tail ring.

The light was wrapped in a blood crystal.

It is very similar to those blood dust filled with "bright blood path", but it is an enlarged version and will not emit any fishy smell. Some only can purify the pure smell of darkness.

It was a regular octahedron, spinning slowly in front of Stana.

Information that would never be forgotten soared in her mind.

"The blood of light is a holy thing that only devout believers who believe in the 'mother of light' can obtain. It is said that it is the blood of the great and merciful Mother God."

"For pure believers, it can bring great power"

"But as long as there is a flaw in the heart, it will bring... Purification."

Between flashes of thought, Stana moved.

She knew the preconditions for the use of sacred objects, and she firmly believed that there was no defect in her heart.

The reason why she didn't use holy things before is that she only has one "blood of light". It is undoubtedly very powerful, especially in the path of light blood, but it will also be consumed at the same time.

Once the holy things are exhausted and disappear, Stana still can't reach the life channel. She also loses all her dependence and has to let the corpses of various demons in the blood path be slaughtered.

Now, she has no choice.

When her white palm held the bright blood red octahedron, there was a silent wound at the edge of the palm. A drop of blood belonging to Stana overflowed and was absorbed by the octahedron in an instant.

"Boom."

The next second, around Stana, around the octahedral light blood, incomparably holy and turbulent, as if a blood red storm was born to sweep everything.

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